Poetry competition CLOSED 10th October 2013 7:34pm
WINNER
pseudonymous
pseudonymous
Gleamin' with the Demon
My Demon
My demon is coming out.
I can't help but shout.
I've kept it pushed down
For so fucking long.
But the more these emotions pour,
The louder it's fucking roar.
I can't keep it down any longer.
If he gets to the outer
World he'll rip me to fucking shreds.
He'll start ripping off heads.
He'll take over my fucking body
For the rest of eternity.
I've defeated him once before,
But he's coming back stronger.
I can't stop him again.
This time he'll win.
Now my body is his fucking shell,
And I'm burning in hell.
My demon is coming out.
I can't help but shout.
I've kept it pushed down
For so fucking long.
But the more these emotions pour,
The louder it's fucking roar.
I can't keep it down any longer.
If he gets to the outer
World he'll rip me to fucking shreds.
He'll start ripping off heads.
He'll take over my fucking body
For the rest of eternity.
I've defeated him once before,
But he's coming back stronger.
I can't stop him again.
This time he'll win.
Now my body is his fucking shell,
And I'm burning in hell.
Anonymous
Diaboli
I write because there's a demon somewhere inside me that will not be sated. The words purge him somehow.
When I was younger I have journal entries in crumpled notebooks in which I would cut myself and write the entries in my blood with the blade point. Maybe it was a ritual of the self. I've always loved red ink, even to this day. It reminds me that I was always waiting for you. I just never knew it.
Let me start by saying I don't think I have ever craved anybody the way I craved you. Your words were like bullets to my temple, every vowel exploding like a suicide. I've died a thousand times since then. Each conversation, the same catastrophic mess.
Boom
and the damage is done.
We were inhuman. Super human. Twin sparks that lit up a fire I burned at both ends. I knew I always wanted to serve you. Thankfulness of the future. Forgiveness of the past.
So when I dropped to my knees, and that fuck-the-condemned look appeared in your eyes, I knew you were lost, the pin pricks in your eyes still registering on my radar. A mannequin heart I once resented reincarnated, pumping blood, eyes, sweat around your senses. I was skin, hair, fingers to your lusts, bonding, intertwining, connecting humanity in primal profanity.
And I burned for you, combusting into a million stars in a thousand distant galaxies, not yet explored, not yet discovered by those daring to dream, my hands in open surrender, my palms screaming "serve him", my body a thousand nerve endings seared raw at each touch I was to be blessed with.
In a desperately real world, people never understand how you can draw the deepest emotions from pain, yet I was addicted to it. The adrenaline rush from every blow, each grab of hair, each thrust that stamped 'Master' across my ass, each bite, the taste of iron that made me his whore, his beautiful, beautiful whore, and I didn't want any other life.
Fear could not break us. A horror of events had lead me to this moment like a lamb to the slaughter, and I would die. I would rather fucking die than live another second in denial of a truth I begged for. I was living a lie and I knew it. He was my truth. The one brutal truth in my whole fucked up white picket life. And I loved him on my knees. And kept him in my heart.
I write because there's a demon somewhere inside me that will not be sated. The words purge him somehow.
Diaboli, take me home.
I write because there's a demon somewhere inside me that will not be sated. The words purge him somehow.
When I was younger I have journal entries in crumpled notebooks in which I would cut myself and write the entries in my blood with the blade point. Maybe it was a ritual of the self. I've always loved red ink, even to this day. It reminds me that I was always waiting for you. I just never knew it.
Let me start by saying I don't think I have ever craved anybody the way I craved you. Your words were like bullets to my temple, every vowel exploding like a suicide. I've died a thousand times since then. Each conversation, the same catastrophic mess.
Boom
and the damage is done.
We were inhuman. Super human. Twin sparks that lit up a fire I burned at both ends. I knew I always wanted to serve you. Thankfulness of the future. Forgiveness of the past.
So when I dropped to my knees, and that fuck-the-condemned look appeared in your eyes, I knew you were lost, the pin pricks in your eyes still registering on my radar. A mannequin heart I once resented reincarnated, pumping blood, eyes, sweat around your senses. I was skin, hair, fingers to your lusts, bonding, intertwining, connecting humanity in primal profanity.
And I burned for you, combusting into a million stars in a thousand distant galaxies, not yet explored, not yet discovered by those daring to dream, my hands in open surrender, my palms screaming "serve him", my body a thousand nerve endings seared raw at each touch I was to be blessed with.
In a desperately real world, people never understand how you can draw the deepest emotions from pain, yet I was addicted to it. The adrenaline rush from every blow, each grab of hair, each thrust that stamped 'Master' across my ass, each bite, the taste of iron that made me his whore, his beautiful, beautiful whore, and I didn't want any other life.
Fear could not break us. A horror of events had lead me to this moment like a lamb to the slaughter, and I would die. I would rather fucking die than live another second in denial of a truth I begged for. I was living a lie and I knew it. He was my truth. The one brutal truth in my whole fucked up white picket life. And I loved him on my knees. And kept him in my heart.
I write because there's a demon somewhere inside me that will not be sated. The words purge him somehow.
Diaboli, take me home.
Break(revised)
He is about to break
His heart and soul so full of hate
He wants to give his heart away but simple can't
His soul is black and dark
He wants it gone
He wants to start anew
He wants to be more than this peiace of shit dude
He misses the demons he once called friends
He wants them back they were the only ones that understood
So I'll sell my soul to fix the void in my heart
The devil smiled and said welcome home my son and guides me to mi throne
He is about to break
His heart and soul so full of hate
He wants to give his heart away but simple can't
His soul is black and dark
He wants it gone
He wants to start anew
He wants to be more than this peiace of shit dude
He misses the demons he once called friends
He wants them back they were the only ones that understood
So I'll sell my soul to fix the void in my heart
The devil smiled and said welcome home my son and guides me to mi throne
Blood of our Kin
Black drains from our slashes,
Illuminating our deadly grin.
The bodies pile from the crashes.
Can't you tell? We are kin.
As the walls slowly close above us,
We linger in excitement of pain.
We scream our agony in a cuss.
Of all mercy, we wish to drain.
Venom courses, lingering around.
We are the corpses that we rule,
But we can't control the ground,
The air more frigid than cool.
Our vessels still and freeze,
But we move as if nothing wrong.
We are our own dastardly disease,
The curse put in a hateful song.
We sing our song a code,
So merrily we walk our street.
Our melody of evil forbode,
The lyrics we sing do not deceit.
We are kin, I assure you.
If we were not then how could I,
Tell of all the fun we do.
May you gleefully comply.
You know it is true,
You can see it in our screwed faces,
We are kin me and you.
Don't need no angels graces.
Let us sit and talk,
Eating our chocolate and marshmallows.
To the edges of life we flock,
Where bodies lay in the gallows.
The people beg and plea,
But there is no guilt in our grin.
The demons inside me tell me,
That it is true, we are kin.
Black drains from our slashes,
Illuminating our deadly grin.
The bodies pile from the crashes.
Can't you tell? We are kin.
As the walls slowly close above us,
We linger in excitement of pain.
We scream our agony in a cuss.
Of all mercy, we wish to drain.
Venom courses, lingering around.
We are the corpses that we rule,
But we can't control the ground,
The air more frigid than cool.
Our vessels still and freeze,
But we move as if nothing wrong.
We are our own dastardly disease,
The curse put in a hateful song.
We sing our song a code,
So merrily we walk our street.
Our melody of evil forbode,
The lyrics we sing do not deceit.
We are kin, I assure you.
If we were not then how could I,
Tell of all the fun we do.
May you gleefully comply.
You know it is true,
You can see it in our screwed faces,
We are kin me and you.
Don't need no angels graces.
Let us sit and talk,
Eating our chocolate and marshmallows.
To the edges of life we flock,
Where bodies lay in the gallows.
The people beg and plea,
But there is no guilt in our grin.
The demons inside me tell me,
That it is true, we are kin.
[b]plain sight[b]
I move in sacred space
across and back again.
a cracking smile
tucks inside
a screeching demon.
mud mucked feet
trudging through the daytime
pleading for a nighttime
a lie in a handbag
spilled on your feasting table
your proof
milk bleeds through blackest silk
I feign an edge of darkness
to hide the monster
stealth and seeing
quiet as a habit
softest skin on hollow bones
pretty words on tongue of fire
strongest kiss is nothingness.
you'll always want more emptiness
I move in sacred space
across and back again
still unseen
a mirage of peace
and shiny, sickening pretense
I move in sacred space
across and back again.
a cracking smile
tucks inside
a screeching demon.
mud mucked feet
trudging through the daytime
pleading for a nighttime
a lie in a handbag
spilled on your feasting table
your proof
milk bleeds through blackest silk
I feign an edge of darkness
to hide the monster
stealth and seeing
quiet as a habit
softest skin on hollow bones
pretty words on tongue of fire
strongest kiss is nothingness.
you'll always want more emptiness
I move in sacred space
across and back again
still unseen
a mirage of peace
and shiny, sickening pretense
The Beast Within
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.
Lost Control
Fear spreads through me as the familiar rage begins to overtake me
If only people knew what was happening, if only they could see.
But no one recognizes the signs, the tremors in my body, the darkening eyes
No one sees the monster inside me; no one hears my desperate cries.
The monster is back, bloodthirsty as ever, desiring to cause even more pain
Every time he comes out, I lose more of myself, become more and more insane.
He takes over, binds me with his hate, and locks me away
I never know how long he’ll imprison me for, whether a few hours or the whole day.
Someone, anyone, I beg you, please, hear my cries, come and set me free
Just release these shackles; can’t you see that this is not who I want to be?
I try my hardest to win control, but his hatred crushes my will
For he’s stronger now; I can sense this time he has intent to kill.
The only thing I feel is the burn of his many cuts over my exposed veins
He said he just wants to help, and that this is the only way to stop the real pain.
In desperation to stop the internal pain, I believe him and his web of lies
As he holds the knife out to me, I realize he’s just helping, he’s truly quite wise.
With determination in my eyes, I take the knife from him and make a tighter fist
And like a skilled artist, create new bloody designs that flow from my cut up wrists.
It drips down like gentle rain, and forms a dark puddle on the floor
In my head, I hear my monster sweetly whispering to me “that’s it, just a little more”.
Like a student desperate to please his master, I begin to slice faster and deeper
This whole time, it’s felt like I was climbing a hill…but suddenly that hill seems steeper.
My arms burn, legs become weak; I try to move but slip on something slick
As I look around, I see a red floor, and realize I lost a lot of blood, and lost it too quick.
I feel tired, all I want to do is just lay here on the floor, and get some rest
As I start to drift away, I realize that maybe this cutting idea wasn’t the best.
I can feel the fire beginning to fade, replaced with an icy feeling that’s spreading fast
I feel betrayed, for I believed my lie that by doing this I would find peace at last.
Instead I feel nothing but regret, and an overwhelming sense of fear
For it has finally dawned on me that I went too far, it’s too late, now my end is here.
My eyesight dims, breathing becomes labored, head starts to pound
With frantic eyes, I look for my monster to help me, but he’s nowhere to be found.
He’s gone, no longer inside me; his lust is finally satisfied after all these long years
I’m alone now; no monster here, only a blood stained knife and a pool of red tears.
My strength is gone; I finally lost the fight against my depression and sorrow
I fall into the shadows of darkness, never again to wake to another tomorrow.
Fear spreads through me as the familiar rage begins to overtake me
If only people knew what was happening, if only they could see.
But no one recognizes the signs, the tremors in my body, the darkening eyes
No one sees the monster inside me; no one hears my desperate cries.
The monster is back, bloodthirsty as ever, desiring to cause even more pain
Every time he comes out, I lose more of myself, become more and more insane.
He takes over, binds me with his hate, and locks me away
I never know how long he’ll imprison me for, whether a few hours or the whole day.
Someone, anyone, I beg you, please, hear my cries, come and set me free
Just release these shackles; can’t you see that this is not who I want to be?
I try my hardest to win control, but his hatred crushes my will
For he’s stronger now; I can sense this time he has intent to kill.
The only thing I feel is the burn of his many cuts over my exposed veins
He said he just wants to help, and that this is the only way to stop the real pain.
In desperation to stop the internal pain, I believe him and his web of lies
As he holds the knife out to me, I realize he’s just helping, he’s truly quite wise.
With determination in my eyes, I take the knife from him and make a tighter fist
And like a skilled artist, create new bloody designs that flow from my cut up wrists.
It drips down like gentle rain, and forms a dark puddle on the floor
In my head, I hear my monster sweetly whispering to me “that’s it, just a little more”.
Like a student desperate to please his master, I begin to slice faster and deeper
This whole time, it’s felt like I was climbing a hill…but suddenly that hill seems steeper.
My arms burn, legs become weak; I try to move but slip on something slick
As I look around, I see a red floor, and realize I lost a lot of blood, and lost it too quick.
I feel tired, all I want to do is just lay here on the floor, and get some rest
As I start to drift away, I realize that maybe this cutting idea wasn’t the best.
I can feel the fire beginning to fade, replaced with an icy feeling that’s spreading fast
I feel betrayed, for I believed my lie that by doing this I would find peace at last.
Instead I feel nothing but regret, and an overwhelming sense of fear
For it has finally dawned on me that I went too far, it’s too late, now my end is here.
My eyesight dims, breathing becomes labored, head starts to pound
With frantic eyes, I look for my monster to help me, but he’s nowhere to be found.
He’s gone, no longer inside me; his lust is finally satisfied after all these long years
I’m alone now; no monster here, only a blood stained knife and a pool of red tears.
My strength is gone; I finally lost the fight against my depression and sorrow
I fall into the shadows of darkness, never again to wake to another tomorrow.
